As the title of this massive nature poetry anthology makes clear, this is a bedside book for dipping into every night. I didn’t keep to such a schedule, tending to catch up on a week’s worth or so at a time.
The book itself is a wonderful artefact, made from the sort of top-quality paper that ought to be mandatory in all hardbacks, but which is so rare in British publishing these days. Opening this book and flicking to each day’s poem is a gorgeous experience.
As for the poems, I have to say an awful lot of them weren’t to my taste. But I think this reflects far more on my extremely limited taste when it comes to poetry than on Jane McMorland Hunter’s editorial judgement. The poems I did enjoy, I enjoyed very much indeed.
A lovely book.